2 decades comes to a mellow's pacing;
Like lightning that travels at light speed,
Yet what lies ahead, not one knows facing,
Destiny is a grasp away to heed.
Then of some old stories came in to pass,
Faced from a humble beginning in life,
Of a flower that bloomed among the grass,
With raging storms & fires made stand alive.
What more of this muse be compared to?
Ave Maria, this maid is but blessed;
Such golden voice can halt men & call too,
Her heart of gold that all heavens addressed.
Pique then does this lass can do & say of,
Nothing more than wisdom, blessing, and love.

Cascading gently,
But with rupture as it seems;
Innocent wind
Turns to a violent storm.

How can I handle
That ache inside?
Avoid it?
It’s very hard.

It devours you,
It burdens on the inside;
Once anger heightens,
It comes out.

Nothing can stop it,
Unless you try to control it;
A shadow of you,
Alter ego so dangerous.

Now, I've passed a whole new light,
Lifted trauma off sight;
All gone away with the past,
New moniker at last.

I have locked her far away,
Secluded as they say;
Together with the trauma,
Forever in coma.